After a brief rest, Dante walked into the armament room. His armor had been carefully cared for and looked like a collection in a museum behind the glass on the armor box.
He stared directly at the armor behind the glass, his wrinkled face reflected in the eternal golden mask of Sanguinius.
These two faces are almost identical. After all, Dante became very similar to his genetic ancestor after the transformation of the Holy Blood.
He blinked then, but Sanguinius's mask remained unmoved, and the Primarch's mouth remained open, shouting in righteous fury.
How ironic it is that one of the Emperor's most brooding and responsible sons will always be remembered as having this furious look on his face.
There are thousands of artworks depicting Sanguinius in the Blood Angels' fleets and fortress monasteries, but the most well-known image is this face: the face of a furious angel descending from the sky, about to stain the battlefield red with blood.
It would be great if the gentler side of his genetic father could be known to people, and it would be great if there were no endless wars in the world.
If Dante had any wish, it would be to be eliminated by peace and become an antique in a museum.
His wish is not only for the benefit of others, but also for his own desire: if peace comes, he will no longer need to bear this burden.
But the reality is cruel, peace will never come, and war will never end.
His only rest will come from death.
He had heard this sentence when he became an Astartes, and now he understood the meaning of this sentence better than anyone else. It was such a bitter realization.
After thinking for a moment, Dante touched the touch pad with his fingers.
The box was reopened and the servant came out of the shadows.
He must become Sanguinius once again.
Half an hour later, Dante walked towards the reception hall fully armed.
The size of this hall is suitable for the function of receiving distinguished guests, and the gorgeous decorations around it all reflect the status of the Blood Angels.
In fact, the official celebration banquet will be held in the Haleschiri Nest in three days. This private banquet is only between the three war groups. Dante took the initiative to invite the commanding officers of the other two war groups.
Under the armored roof of this hall is a table that takes up most of the room. The table is designed in a circle to accommodate all participants.
Although the seat belonging to the Chapter Master is larger than the others, it is not so big that it stands out.
In keeping with the Chapter's usual style, this room is also richly decorated, even a bit luxurious by the standards of this era.
Many flags were hung on the surrounding walls, and a bowl of rubies was placed in front of each chair. Each gem had the perfect shape of a drop of blood, and was engraved with the name of a deceased monk at the atomic level.
In the middle of the dome hangs a flag of the war group. The red background and black border flag has the war group's winged blood drop symbol painted in the middle. The floor is covered with exquisite carpets, and the stone ground beneath them is also exquisitely crafted.
The work of a skilled craftsman: pieces of black stone inlaid with red silk were cut into triangles
Shapes and squares are arranged into complex geometric shapes.
The hall is lit by a dark red lamp, making its interior decoration very blurry.
There is no one there yet, it is like a still heart, red and black, lifeless.
The sound of steel rubbing against each other broke the silence, and at the same time opened the two physical and mental locks that sealed the room. The intertwined psychic isolation fields ensured that no psyker or wizard could peek into this place.
Things that happened.
With a low whistle, the two doors at both ends of the hall opened at the same time, and the yellow light broke the pure red in the hall.
The door opened wider and wider, and the sound became louder and louder.
Waiting outside the gate are the attendees.
On the Blood Angels side there are Commander Dante, Priest Odamae who is present on behalf of the Priests Association, Holy Blood Priest Albinu, First Captain Kalyan, Second Captain Afel, Seventh Captain Fatun, and Heavenly Gate Guard Bai.
Brother Lerophon, Blade of Vengeance
Brother Asante, and on behalf of the armory was Technical Sergeant Mujier.
Behind the gate at the other end, Soshyan and Randall were present as distinguished guests, as well as more than a dozen battle group commanders. The two battle groups fought bloody battles with the Blood Angels at Armageddon and won this victory.
an honor.
"On behalf of Sanguinius, we welcome the brave and strong Sons of Dorne."
Dante walked in first, his armor reflecting red and gold light. Although it was a banquet, all the Astartes monks were dressed in full equipment as if they were going to fight.
After all, they are all warriors, no matter where they are.
Opposite him, the two Chapter Masters took off their helmets at the same time, tucked them under their arms, and walked into the hall.
“Thank you for your love.”
A group of little angels flew into the gate, chanted the names of the participants, and then spread incense into the air.
The servo skulls checked every corner for potential threats, while the video recorder servitors used the remaining language processing and motor functions in their brains to bring themselves to the designated location to prepare to record this very memorable meeting.
Soshyan himself walked towards Dante step by step with a little excitement and nervousness.
This legendary figure was already familiar to him when he first became an Astartes. Dante can almost be said to be the role model and symbol for all Astartes, not only because of his long service, but also because of his greatness to the Empire.
devotion and his extremely gentle attitude towards mortals, his noble
In a sense, quality is something Soshyan has always tried to imitate.
In other words, this person is his idol.
Gradually, Soshyan couldn't help but speed up his pace, and finally stopped two meters away from Dante.
Although he couldn't see the other party's face, the invisible aura that enveloped Dante still made Soshi feel like a spring breeze - Sanguinius's rage was completely replaced by the gentleness unique to an elder.
"Venerable Dante, I am the chapter leader of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Alexey. It is a great honor to meet you."
This is a self-introduction that Soshyan condensed after careful consideration, but he was still a little slow when he said it.
Two seconds later, hearty laughter came from under the golden mask, and then Dante stretched out his hand.
"Suo, you are so young."
The other party's relaxed tone also made Soshyan let go of his inner burden a little. After smiling and holding the other party's palm with both hands, he replied:
"I was not even born when you served the Emperor."
"Haha, when you say this, it makes me look more like an old man."
"No matter how many years have passed, you remain the Emperor's most powerful servant, a warrior who is feared by all the enemies of the Empire."
Then, the two let go of their hands, and Dante turned around, looked at the senior Blood Angels, and said:
"Come, let me introduce you."
When Dante introduced Soshyan to the chapter's command one by one, he suddenly had a doubt. Is it true that it was rumored that the dead think tank had returned to the Blood Angels Chapter?